The Tweet That Launched A Thousand Missiles


The tiny lens on Emily’s laptop was a one-way mirror anyone in the world could peer through. Thousands of men from Manilla to Moscow visited this peephole every day, and a significant number paid a monthly fee to be allowed access whenever something particularly interesting was happening in the girl’s room
Emily had no idea how many eyes were always on her. She had gone 49 days since launch oblivious to the remote commandeering of her laptop. Her bedroom became an exhibit and a tidy profitable Internet sideshow. She wasn’t aware she spent several hours of the day just a few desks away from the engineers of the cruel exploitation.
Jeff and Adam were two fifteen-year-old boys who were proving quite adept at navigating homo sapiens new jungle in cyberspace. The information age was proving to be just as favorable to the ruthless as the epoch it was replacing. A diminished capacity for empathy has always been a desirable psychological attribute, and these high school freshmen were being shaped by atomization and isolation. People became a mass digitally abstracted heard termed by professionals as “traffic,” something to be corraled and penned up.
Even socially beneficial attributes need to be in a checked balance, however, and despite jeff’s intelligence his extreme narcissism was proving to be a potentially fatal flaw. Most of the boys time was spent dissecting code and reverse engineering software. The way physicists toiled with particles to understand the foundation of the physical universe they wanted to know what was underlying the electronic reality that seemed to have superseded the tangible world.
Jeff was sitting at his desk in front of a dual monitor display, next to the wireless mouse were a row of neatly cut lines of blue powder and rolled up dollar bill. The LED light gleamed from the frames of his glasses; his unblinking eyes were dry and bloodshot.  His tightly curled fingers malformed by years at the keyboard could still nimbly and accurately typed out the commands.
Adam was laying on the bed with his laptop resting his stomach. He had been virtually left alone to run watchingemily.com after Jeff lost interest and moved on to another project. They made over $4,000 their first month. Adam knew there was more of a risk than Jeff had initially let on but he also reasoned their first wildly profitable venture was something to keep going as long as possible.
Emily wasn’t home to Adam was taking the down time to do some routine maintenance. He was cropping some provocative stills of Emily changing when Jeff called him.
“Dude check this shit out,” he said proudly.
“What?” replied Adam putting his laptop to the side.
“Just come here,” said Jeff.
Adam sat and slouched over to Jeff’s desk and saw the Twitter home page on his screen.
“What is it?” Adam asked again.
“I’m in the president’s Twitter account,” Jeff grinned.
“The president as in THE fucking president?” Adam asked skeptically.
“Yep,” Jeff nodded.
“Of the United States?”
“Look,” said Jeff as he clicked sign in. The screen flashed white and reloaded. It was right there he had actually broken into President Paxton’s account.
“Oh fuck turn that off!” Adam pleaded.
Jeff smiled smugly. “Just hang on a minute,
“Get off that shit now!” Adam barked.
“Just gimme one minute,” Jeff repeated.
“You’re gonna get nailed by the FBI and secret service,” Adam said grimly.
“They’re not gonna catch me,” Jeff snorted.
“I’m getting the fuck outta here,” Adam said gathering up his things.
“Dude do you have any idea what we could do with this?” Jeff asked. “We can literally make the president of the united states say whatever we want!”
“They’ll trace you and throw you in prison till you’re fuckin 70!” Adam shouted.
“Even if they did it’ll be too late,” Jeff explained calmly. “The critical mass of truth will be hit, and the world will start to transform. Here take a look for yourself,”
Adam read the post aloud. “POTUS im just a puppet for corporations! Rise up now before its too late. Oh my god, we got them by the balls!” He declared triumphantly.
“That’s right man,” said Jeff. “Check this out,”
Im controlled by banks,” he typed out and immediately hit post.
“Let me do one,” begged Adam.
Jeff shrugged and scooted out of the way “CONSUME THEN DIE” Adam said the words as he typed the message.
They watched in awe as the posts instantly gathered thousands of comments and retweets. In a matter of seconds, they had the eyes and ears of the entire world.
“Let’s take this up a level,” said Jeff before snorting a line of blue powder.
“What do you mean?” asked Adam.
“I’m gonna launch the revolution on the second front,” Jeff said Cooley.
China! Rise up! Destroy your factory prisons!”@china
“Yes!,” Adam said pumping a fist. “Let’s hit them where it hurts.”
@USNAVY fire missles at factories! Dnt harm workers!
The two adolescence continued to issue presidential proclamations, the whole time congratulating themselves on what they were sure was the catalyst that would finally free humanity from the bonds of borders, corporate ownership, and the sickening greed of capitalism.
Bombs are coming chairman asshole!@china
“Shit man we made fuckin history here today,” Jeff said kicking back and lighting a cigarette.
“Yeah changed the fuckin world,” Adam agreed. “But maybe we better cover our tracks now,”
Jeff nodded. “Alright, job well done.”
They were startled by the wail of air raid sirens.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Jeff.
Jeff and Adam launched a Twitter thread that ended the world. Having lived an overwhelming digital existence the boys had little concept of consequence, and so they were destroyed by the world they thought they had mastered, and for better or worse it wasn't until the sirens started screaming that Emily happened across one of the thumbnails from her ongoing web show.

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